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In less than a fortnight from now, it will all be over – the golden era of bachelorhood, that is. It just struck me that I will then be speaking about these days in the past tense. In the last two months or so, I’ve been getting a lot of material in the form of mail forwards and messages on topics like “How to, be a good husband!”, “How to, keep your wife happy!”, “How, saying YES is always advantageous!” 😛 , “Why, NOT arguing is safer than self defense!” and so on. Not that I’m miffed, but every read of such a material reminds me of an approaching end.

We become what we eventually turn out to be, and friends play a very important role in that. Though I’ve had my share of crushes all through school life, it was in the summer of ’96 that I was told by a friend – “Don’t let the gals make a bro out of you…you never know what all they will make u do! Instead, do what we guys do!” – and thus began my tryst with flirting…so much of it, that I had no other go but to resort to un-flirting in order to unwind myself! 😉

Gals who saw their bro in me, were avoided or asked to stay away…and those who showed an inclination to make something out of our ‘fraandships’ were advised and convinced into believing “Being just friends is so much fun!”…But then too much of anything sucks the life out of us. Same did happen with this un-flirting portfolio. There then began that urge to find that one perfect partner whom you could spend the rest of your life with. This ‘feeling of loneliness’ was self-confessed to mom in late ’08 which surprisingly was very well received, of course after a few exchanges of dialogues.Mom: “You are still very young…why so early?”Me: “Well I thought it takes time to search a gal, in an arranged marriage. So, I….well…how about love marriage, then?”Mom: “No no…I’ll search a gal for you. If you find a gal who can speak Konkani, then introduce her to me!”Me (didn’t say): **So that means I need to ask the gal – do you speak Konkani – before falling in love with her…?”Me: “Oh! That is tough…it’s simpler for you to find me one…” (I get to see the “I WIN” grin on her face).

Well…the search that began early ’09 took well over a year…15 months to be exact…got my share of unmatched horoscopes all along…till this one with Su matched early July’10, the first one to do so. And
And oh! Arranged marriage is quite a procedure, and this is how I think it went in my case:1) The gal’s side received my horoscope (horror-scope?) through someone who knew both the parties (Note: There’s always such someone!)2) Horoscopes did match on the gal’s side…so they contacted my mom, who asked them to send across the gal’s horoscope.
3) Mom received the gal’s horoscope…asked me to confirm if I was indeed ready…a clear YES, she gets to hear…so it was posted to the astrologer.
4) A week later, astrologer called up to confirm that the horoscopes matched from our end too.
5) Gal’s parents were informed, requesting them to send the gal’s photo…and asking them to check the guy’s pic on his Facebook profile (“He’s everywhere there!” 🙄 )!
6) I was later given her email ID asking me to get in touch.Then you know how it all would have gone! 😀

Marriage shopping…phew…its one hell of a fun ride…never seems to get over, but eventually has to stop when the bank balance drains out! 😉

I came home with a tie in hand, showed it to granny…she asked me “how much did you pay for that?”…
I replied “It cost me 1399 bucks, too much I now feel…” and she got all nostalgic…“You know, my entire marriage shopping was done with 500 rupees…including the jewelery!”
“Wow…500…we don’t get 3 pairs of socks these days! Btw, what was the price of gold then?”
“32 per gram…very costly then!” she said rolling her eyes.“Sigh! Wish I had a time machine now…”

As I look forward to this new phase in life, there’s this feeling of separation from that phase of life where I’d embraced irresponsibility, insanity, carelessness, aloofness, solitude, late nights, late mornings and laziness. And even though I know that I can still hold on to a few of these traits, I’ll miss the ones which I’ll need to let go of.
And well, some things don’t change…like reporting to someone at home…only the boss changes, or if it goes worst – 2 bosses!! 😉

Spidey’s uncle had once said “With great power, comes great responsibility” …and I add, “…and so it does with marriage!” 😉

This is my last post…as a bachelor! 😛 Co-incidentally, this happens to be post #420 @ ~Mind^Blogging~…so no more being a 420! 😉

Bachelor’s last words:If you are an electronics freak, buy all that you want to – before marriage – cos once you are hitched, you are done in. (unless she too happens to be one!) 🙂

Imagine this: I’m driving behind this sleak person wearing a black jacket, a shining helmet, red-n-black gloves, a branded sports shoe and riding a Royal Enfield Thunderbird. I couldn’t drive much behind that person as I find it boring to drive at 40kmph on an empty one way road, so I decide to overtake. As I do that, I see a clean (read: waxed) slim hand which radiates an “awwwww” in my mind and as I move ahead at 50kmph I sneak a peak into my rear view mirror, only to find the face covered by a peacock design cloth and eyes by shades. And before she wonders about who this guy driving an Activa wearing light pink shirt is, I accelerate to the maximum and get out of sight!
#Irony

A friend forwarded a message on my cell this morning, which gave me an idea for this slogan statement print Ad! 😉

And this one-liner came to my mind 2 days ago and happened to be my Facebook status!! Today I turned it into a Print Ad for Nokia! 😉

In the last few weeks, I have come to understand (read: digest) a few things we come to face in life:

1. It’s very easy to become a national figure in such a way that everyone gets to know you by name. All you have to do is, go to a pub and hit people – especially women – around.

2. It is ok if you consider the biggest corporate scam in recent times, a vehicle for the forthcoming elections. Once you get the votes from the employees, you can stop distributing the notes (read: salary).

3. It needs a western director to take an Indian story to Golden Globe, BAFTA and the Oscars.

4. It’s surprising that the lyricist in Gulzar can pen down lyrics of extreme variety when it comes to filmi songs…ranging from Oscar nominated ones (Jai ho) to the crappy Billu Barber ones.

5. It’s not easy to be an IT guy from native AP and work in the US. You can debugged from the code of life, for no concrete reasons whatsoever.

6. Hold on to what you have instead of going for something you wish to have. For instance, spend quality time and be nice to your friends instead of bootlicking your bosses all the time for a fast track growth.

7. Cost cutting makes one wise when it comes to expenditure. It helps you recognize and differentiate needs from the desires.

8. Variety in life helps. One, you never get bored. Two, you bore none. 😀

9. It’s a buyers market now. So do make wise but affordable investments. Do not prefer to the take the path of credit nor build great debts.

I was jogging…it was a lovely morning…two girls jogging ahead of me and one following…I was now profusely perspiring due to the work-out…
The loud knock on the door woke me up. There was no power to ring the bell.
I opened the door, with one eye open (see how optimistic I am! :P). It was the milkman.
He said, “Saar, no milk today…the cow is sick”!
I replied, “That’s ok…gimme black coffee!”…
The look on the milkman’s face made me realize that he was my milkman and not the vending machine operation in my office pantry.
I was still sleepy. It was a lovely morning. What if it’s hot? I still have the energy left in me to continue jogging.

I pick up the newspaper, close the door and turn around. – This part is programmed in me even in my sleepy state…cos if I get out of my flat door, it’s a ladies PG next door! 😛 And if I don’t pick up the paper, there’ll be nothing to pick later.
Once I turn around, I have 2 options in hand.
1) Take a turn left, and continue jogging.
2) Take a turn right, and get ready to be in office on time – as usual (these are 2 important words…this being a corporate blog)! 😀

Let’s say for now am obsessed to be in office on time. So option 2.

As I enter the bathroom, my optimistic eye would have flipped back to the position of its pessimistic counterpart. I have told my roommates a few million times not to keep their shaving creams next to the toothpaste. You will now know why! 😦
How much ever an effort I make to split wide open (its just about my Naina, I would talk about) my eyes, they blindly refuse! 😛 I don’t prefer a battle early in the morning, so I let them win, as my hands pick up my toothbrush and the toothpaste simultaneously.
Now if my roommates have been careless, its me who will pay. The Colgate toothpaste and their Park Avenue shaving cream feel almost the same. The same size and shape…and even if I slighly open my eyes, they seem the same…white with blue and red hues on them. I am an illiterate early in the morning, if you ask me “Can’t you read the label on the tube?”! 😀 So I have had days with lather in my mouth. If I talk less on some days, you now know why. And oh ya, thankfully the soframycine tubes are smaller and differently shaped else I wouldn’t have been writing this post.
The commode and me have an agreement. The one and only clause is “You are over-weight. 2 mins only”! The geyser doesn’t like me to turn it on. 😉 So it gives me water at a temperature as it is in the main tank above, nothing less nothing more.
I am out of that damn manhoos place (DMP) in max 20 minutes. This doesn’t mean I am all wide-n-awake. 😀

I wake up one of my roommates telling them to take over the DMP as I am done with it. I ask them, “What day it is today?”…Taking their answer on face value, I dress up accordingly for office. Jai ho!
Once am all dressed and ready, I know I will not head again to jog. I am programmed that way! 😀
I switch on the TV – channel 9X music – loud enough to keep me alive and awake. I don’t watch the TV though. Amidst that music, I read the newspaper and eat my daily morning toast. I don’t forget to nod my head in a rhythm as per the music, as I digest both printed news and my toast.
About 10 songs later, am done with the newspaper and with nothing else to do I wear my shoes and decide to be at office in time.

Not everyday is my bad day, but when it comes to driving it is. If I drive the way I love, someone will be stupid enough to come and hit my vehicle from the front. If I drive the way I’m (always) adviced to, someone will be attentive enough to hit on the backside. If you ask me, I don’t prefer being attacked from behind. I now need to learn driving my Activa in the air. Hmm…

Once inside the campus, I have to park my Activa strategically. Under a tree for the shade or under the clear blue sky for a clean Activa sans crow-poop. Though I love my vehicle, I give it no freedom to choose. I prefer to keep it under the blue (hot sunny) sky! But I must add: Not everyday is my Activa’s good day. Flying crows do it sometimes on my baby. I wonder, that’s why its called motion. As someone clearly sighed, “Thankfully, cows don’t fly and perch on trees”! (Not sure if he said the ‘Perch on trees’ part, but I add it anyways)! 😀

Once in office, I am all decent. Not that I am not otherwise. But in office, am decent to my own surprise. I don’t pull my senior manager’s leg for instance. I even wear my spectacles, for a better view err…at the monitors. And most importantly, (you are not supposed to laugh/smile/giggle/taunt/tease/go-awww at this moment of truth!) I work. 😀 I am proud to say that for the things that I do and the way in which I do them, there have been no escalations whatsoever. So I work, smart if not hard. Yay! 😀
These days, I am taking a break from breaks. I have reduced it considerably. There were days when I would be acknowlegded by every pantry guy in the entire TCO campus. These days I restrict myself to just my building – SDB3 – yes, all the four pantries in this block.

Office Communicator (OC) is a very funny tool. I love to play with the status options and messages. I use only 3 out of the 5 status options it provides.
1) Green – whenever I go green (which is rare), ppl ask me “Green? Jobless? No work?” – I wish I could tell them that it’s depicting my ‘available’ status! 😉
2) Red – I am always in red…mainly cos I am inspired to work when in this status. Also, I love the blood(y) color.
3) DND – This one I hate…cos I am on this status only when my onsite guy rides on me. Not literally, but to deliver before time. Sometimes I feel he’ll be happy only if I deliver reports to him in ‘history’.
The two yellows – “BRB” and “Away” – are for dirty fellows (sorry dirty fellows, for calling you that 😛 ). This I don’t use manually, never. I cannot make justice to “BRB” cos I cannot be back on my seat right or left, never.

At the evening break, am clear as to when I would be heading for home. Unless there are last minute onsite calls, my clarity is bang on! 😀
We cook dinner at home. What I cook for the night depends on my mood, which in turn depends on how clean my Activa was when I started back home from office. So it’s the messy crows which decide what my roommates and me eat at dinner. Oye Lucky, Lucky Oye! 😀
One to two hours I sit on my laptop, with the sole intention of troubling you poor folks the next day with some stuff or the other that leaks outta my mind.
I read a book (which I take ages to complete) – currently ‘Wise and Otherwise’ by Sudha Murthy – till I feel sleepy.
And before I go to bed, I pray for a better tomorrow – A good jogging session, toothpaste in my mouth, a safe ride, a clean Activa, dinner of choice! – Amen! 🙂

There are somethings in life that are very important to know..and on the other hand, there are my posts…All I do is rant, ramble and anything not even remotely close to rocket science!! 😛

Well…as a matter of fact, I had been busy all this week to think of something to write…now my friends will never believe that I can get busy, especially with work that is…but they will also not believe that I need some free time to think of something crazy to write…else as you have seen, I write condolence like posts like the one I wrote about Saurav ‘Dada’ Ganguly…some were even kind even to mourn..err…comment!! 😀

Anyways…all said and done, today I decided that I will post something or the other and fill some server space with my junk..!!! Well…let me update you about the going ons in my life, assuming from my vacuum like top floor that you guys are interested to read it…

1. In the building that I live in, there are 2 flats and a terrace on my floor…apart from the 2BHK flat that I live in, the other flat is a PG (Paying Guest) for gurrrlls…8 of them altogether…Now thats all ok..nothing much happens as the owner of the PG I heard is a very rugged person (still not sure if that one is a male or a female…sigh!)…anyways, coming to the point…Every morning as I get up quite early around 8, I have this habit of picking up the newspaper…and the first thing I get to see on opening the door are the under-garments of the gurrls hanging on the first string facing my flt in the open terrace…what a way to start the morning…sheesh…now you can guess how I know there are 8 gurrls in there!! I hate myself!! 😉

2. Jerry in the last 2 weeks has grown big…saala…what he eats everything that we leave in the kitchen at night…even water bottles are not spared….He (or is it she?) doesnt come out of the kitchen, mainly because 1) we close the kitchen door when we are not using it and 2) we are always outside the kitchen making more noise than any other kid in the neighbourhood! Today I was singing aloud a customized song “Here’s the party tonight”…as an invitee to Jerry…Mortein rat kill, is the delicacy tonight for our uninvited dear dost!! RIP! Hmmph!!

3. How about having a set of parents who go morning to evening (say on a holiday) like – Get up you idiot, its 6am…Be on the table by 7 30am, else no breakfast…No using cell phone at home in the morning…No watching TV….No surfing the net…Ah! you read books in daytime, what a waste of time…Its 11 30 am, come for lunch…hey no singing in the house at noon…No sleeping, its just 2pm…OMG, its 3pm go take a nap…Hello its 4pm, time for tea…No internet now…Want to watch TV? gimme the remote….No listening to music after sunset…its 8pm, dinner time…ok surf the net, but only till 9 30pm…its 10pm, go to bed – phew…I may be exaggerating, but I have a friend who’s parents use 80% if not all of the commands that I have stated…daily and religiously!! My friend, god knows how was born and bought up…a total opposite of the parents…all credits and hats off for still managing to survive in that environment!! Phew!!

4. I am not writing CAT this year…no worries, as anyways IIM is not suitable for someone like me…I can’t deal with pressure as I am of the happy go lucky types…someone would someday be grateful that I decided not to write CAT and inturn helped someone who deserved to get into IIMs one competitor less!!! Why am I not writing? Well, my cousin is getting married on Nov 16th at Mangalore, and my CAT center is Bangalore…the distance (360 kms) and time wont allow me to be at both places on the same day! And CAT happens every year, not that marriage!! 😀

5. I am travelling by train tomorrow night…a direct one to Mangalore…16 hours journey from here…and I have no hopes of a PYT (pretty young thing) being even in the vicinity of my berth…I dunno whats wrong with me, but almost since a year whenever I train travel (usually 4 rides a month between Chennai and Bangalore) no PYT seems to be visible on the railway chart near my name!! Its always someone who is like 60+ and if its a woman, she seems to be no less than 65+!! Sigh!!
But I can’t hide the excitement of train travelling….being an optimist, am expecting some YT at least…P is no longer the criteria….Beggars can’t be the choosers, can they?? 😦

Well…lets see what happens…

So my dear friends, I will be off the Blogging circuit till next wednesday!! Miss me, and not my posts (they are worth less…not that I am)!! 😆

With so many little things happening around, I feel sorry for life…cos it never gets a chance to take rest! Sigh! But I know, its not complaining…only humans like all you guys (I don’t even dare to count myself) got all the rights to crib…ok, I crib too…Ah! That makes me feel so mortal…hehe…

A few ‘tit’bits that now come to mind, as I go about leading my life…

1) I am a Barack Obama supporter…dunno why…he doesn’t even have a hot vice-presidential candidate by his side, I know…but it proves that am no racist…wait a minute, am no white either. One strong reason may be, Barack reminds me of Arrack – the local toddy – which I never have had nor will have! Sheesh, who wants to try something that looks and smells like phenyl mixed in water?!!
Latest way of showing my support to Obama was me replacing my (over) usage of OMG! by OBM…which goes – Oh! Bah! Mah! – Believe me, he’s worth those exclamations!! 😉

2) It’s been a few years since I have turned major (in age only) and have got my rights to vote…I see these ‘Jaago re’ Ads these days, which reminds me that I haven’t voted for nuts…exactly…who would want to vote these nuts?? I vote for one today and before I get back home I get to know of another election in the waiting! In India, I feel exercising one’s vote is more of an addiction than a duty. And let me for now say, I am away from addictions!! 😉

3) Anil Kumble announced his retirement today at the end of the third test against Australia. To the tall leg spinner from my hometown, who never spun the ball…SALUTES! 🙂

4) Now what does the word ‘pervert’ mean? Is doing something which is natural, “being pervert”? For instance, if I look/talk/stare/compare/describe/ogle/drool/mentally-measure (at) a gal who is passing by…makes me a pervert…sheesh…and if I do the same thing when a guy passes by, does it make me a saint?? All said, I love being (and called) pervert!! 😀

5) Food for thought: We need to replace the BULL in front of our BSE (Bombay Stock Exchange) with a mannequin of at-least a semi-nude dudette if not a completely nude one (against our Indian culture, if you remember)…even an Eeesha Deeeool one would do….we somehow got to stop the meter from “going down” as and when the SenSex trades. 😛

6) I have been reading this book…like for months now…its interesting and all, but I’m not getting the right mood (err…) to concentrate and read! Went to a friend’s house and asked her to lend me ‘Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand…She said, “I bet you’ll take a year to finish that one…”…and looking at the 500+ page book with miniature fonts, I affirmatively nodded before uttering “small fonts will put more pressure on my eyes, so sometime later”! Not a valid reason I know, but nevertheless.

7) The most common thing we friends buy as gift for a birthday is a book and how do we select the book? Well…say for instance I have to gift someone close, a book…Then…I think of the book which I have planned to read in the near future…and Bingo!! I get it packed and gift it to the friend and while doing so, I reserve it in advance with a “once you are done reading, let me know…”!! And believe me; my friends have exactly the same mindset…F.R.I.E.N.D.S after all…the result of this – well – All your favorite books are owned by your friend and vice versa!! 😀

8) My Motorola Razr V8 turns ONE tomorrow…No major celebrations have been planned…just a plain simple wish, and thats it!! The last time my cell phone turned ONE was tomorrow, last yr. I was in the same jubilant mood as I’ll be tomorrow and in the process happened to toss my Sony Erickson K700i in such a manner and direction that it landed straight in my restroom bucket, which was full to the brim!! Pollllppppp…it drowned to hit the plastic bottom…and was declared dead on arrival at the nearest service station. It looked so fresh and good post death that it was proved to be worth 2500 bucks during exchange. May it rest in peace! 🙂

9) Too many cooks spoil the broth, said someone…and it’s being proved right at my flat…We are 4 of us, and we come together from 4 different ways of life…one a typical Tamilian, one a typical Kannadiga, one a typical Muslim and one a very typical alien, ME!! If one of us cooks, the rest eat without complaining…they think ‘oh this is how he and family like their food to be’! If more than one of us get together to cook, it gets to the crap and loads of cribbing happens…one finds the salt less, two finds the spice more while the third fella declares to take over the kitchen next!!

10) I am done with all that I had in mind…but somehow the mind said, ‘Stopping at 9? You gotta be kidding me!’. It made me think for a while, as to what else can I put up here that has touched me so much…Then it stuck…I’ll tell you about my latest addiction…no, not sighting gals…not beer too…common, those are now hobbies…My latest addiction has been watching err…no…not THAT either…it’s been watching “How I met your Mother?”…it was Prison Break and Heroes prior to this…but the latest one has made me behave like Barney, the loon, fall in love with Robin, the hot news reporter and follow the life of Ted Mosby, the architect. Hope one day, I’ll be able to tell my kids…how I met their mother! 😉

So my friends, till life continues to play on…I will write on…waiting for more to happen…till then, Alvida!! 🙂

I saw her reflection in the mirror as I played around, waiting for her to respond with a smile. She seemed to be someone who was all on her own, with the confidence speaking through her eyes and the passion resonating through her voice. It was the first time I had ever met her. What came to my mind as I looked at her that day? Well…just…Beautiful.

30 years it has been since we ‘first’ got married, and it seems like all this had happened just yesterday.

I remember the day when our eyes had first met…Violins, Guitars and even Tablas played around us…it was that magical a moment. Yes, we both were inside this music-learning academy near her place and it happened right in-between a song she was singing and well me, stringing.We were rehearsing a song for a charity show and at one point of time, it just clicked. I don’t know how and why, but I believe we hit the right notes! It was love at first song. 😉

I used to frequent that academy during weekends to learn the nuances of the Guitar strings, in my attempt to break away from the otherwise freaky-geeky life. Smriti worked as a full time wedding planner while at the academy she was in to pursue her other passion, singing.

Subsequently, we began to see each other and during these pre-marital days we got to know the most about one another like the common interests we indulged in, the dreams we dreamt, the passions we possessed and in the process, we fell in love each time all over again…and again. We got married, of course with the consent of our parents (how? that’s a long story altogether) and sailed about in our journey together as husband and wife, but more of as a friend and guide to each other.

In-spite of our busy work schedules and out of hometown assignments, we made sure we were just one call away. At the end of every busy day, we had our own tales to share as we took into each-others arms for our daily share of warm hugs…Well, I mostly cribbed but Smriti listened to me, as if I’d said something new from the previous night. But I guess she was fascinated with the artificial world of bugs, flow-charts, conference meetings and crappy office politics. Whereas on the other hand, I simply loved to listen to her work experiences…of the weddings she managed, of the interesting men and women she got to meet, of the ever tasty wedding cake, of basically everything humanely happy and happening.

In the fifth year of our marriage, we had our only kid…a daughter. Knowing my taste and me in names, Smriti was quick in christening her as Diya – the light in our lives. Diya was a cute and lively kid, right from her birth and she brought in us a feeling of responsibility that we had not sensed in all the years we had been together. Diya made us come together all over again in love, as parents.

Times’ moved on, and moved on real fast…That day was our 25th wedding anniversary and we were all pepped up…and how were we then? Well…The growth on my scalp had all withered off, leaving it all plain and smooth…The digital weighing scale projected that I was now over-weight compared to then…such a liar…Smriti did have that motherly look on her face…she had now graduated to wearing sarees from her otherwise formal two-piece attires, a sign of old age am sure! Diya had grown into being a lovely lady, and I could see that she was just like how her mom used to be at her age. Beautiful. And ya for all it takes, Diya had a boy friend too…Ankit…and I must confess that like every other dad of yester-years, I was very much skeptical about this guy too. Blame it all on the genes.

Diya wanted to see her parents get married again (to each other of course) since she felt like she had missed the first time round. Can’t blame her, can I? So taking help from her wedding-planner of a mom, Diya arranged a second wedding for her parents on their 25th wedding anniversary. In-spite of us being so ripe, as we held hands’ that day we felt like we were 25 years younger. A nostalgic feeling took over both me and Smriti…we had tears in our eyes…and as we hugged, it did seem like a long one with all the 25 years being projected before us like as in the flashbacks shown in movies. That day it felt like there was no other happiness in this world that we could have imagined than the one we were experiencing right then. The devilish part of my mind seemed to interpret the same, but in its own crude way…it made me feel like I would never have to face a low all my life.

Life doesn’t go all that smooth…and with time, everything balances out…

And as I narrate on this day, I do not work anymore for the corporate world…I did put down my papers last year after 34 years of service to concentrate on other important priorities in life, the most important one being my wife…Last year, Smriti had this massive heart attack which she bravely saw it through but it left her paralyzed completely on one side. And as the man who took a vow…not once but twice…to take care and love his wife forever, no matter what…I’m now all the while, besides my love.

As for the updates, Smriti’s much better now and being a woman with a strong will that she is, she’s responding pretty well to medications and muscle exercises. Amen. Diya stays close by and she’s made sure that she’s just a call away. She visits us quite often with her husband Ankit and our one-year-old granddaughter, Simi. Beautiful.

And every day…As I get Smriti ready for her daily routine of a morning walk…

I see her reflection in the mirror as I play around with her long silky white hair, waiting for her to respond with a smile. She seems to look the same as she did back then when I had first met her. Beautiful. It’s been over a year since I have seen her smile or heard her passionate voice… All that is keeping me on is the confidence speaking to me, through her eyes.

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Though unaware, I'm usually up to something. I'm an ex-introvert who talks more than he write and writes more than he's capable of. I try to make light of everything, for I believe that I'm stuck in a dark tunnel.
All said and done, I named this blog space as 'All in the Mind...', for the very lack of it.